Our Last Words
My last words to you were “Don’t get near the road”
And you assured me yes that you were safe by the tree,
The next sound I heard was so hard to believe,
I heard a loud thump and ran up to see
I saw you lying there motionless and cold,
I wanted to pick you up for me to hold,
A car had hit you and ended your life,
The pain in my heart felt like a knife,
In the hospital I held you so very tight,
I pleaded and pleaded for you to fight,
I begged God not to take you, I begged you not to go,
When they said you were gone all I could think was “NO!
This cant be, she was only but nine,
We woke up that morning and everything was fine,
How could this be that my first born was gone,
I am deeply hurt and feel so alone,
Why did this happen, what did I do wrong,
In my arms is where you belong,
I wish everyday for you to walk through the door,
To tell you I love you forever more,
I know in my heart you’re in a better place,
I can see that beautiful big smile upon your face,
Please know that I love you, and in my heart you’ll always be,
And when God calls me home, your beautiful face is the first thing I want to see!!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KELSEY! YOU WILL ALWAYS
BE A PART OF ME. EVERY BREATH I TAKE< I WILL
TAKE IT LOVING YOU AND MISSING YOU!
LOVE MAMA (MOMMY)
In Loving Memory
Kelsey Michelle Jean Gossett
3/17/1994---12/5/2003
This poem was written by me,
Kelley Simmons.
Proud Mother Of
Kelsey Michelle Jean Gossett
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An emptiness that I now feel,
since you left, I love you still.
For you the pictures I have
drawn,
but my pain goes on and on.
I miss you now, but I know
youre with GOD. And I know
you are near.
Listen as I pray at night, for
you will always hear.
If I had one wish to come true,
My only wish would be for you!
To hold you in my arms only
once more,
Tell you I love you forever and
more.
And now my Kelsey if I may
near,
I;m saying that I love you dear
with all my loving heart.
I'll never forget you, I loved you
from the start!
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The Long Forever
You left us so quickly
there were no goodby's.
How long this foever,
your death and our lives.
The sadness, the anger,
the lonliness of three,
preferring four always,
how small, this new we.
Author Unknown
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